James
After another long day, I packed up my office and headed to Sideways Shots. I needed the distraction, and home was a lonely place these days. My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me away before I sat at the bar. I rolled my eyes and groaned at the sight of my mom’s face appearing on the screen, her name flashing like a warning sign. As I answered the call, I turned around and walked out to the sidewalk to hear her better.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Son, that’s hardly any greeting for your mother. You could pretend to be a little enthusiastic.”
No one was around to see the finger gun I’d put to my temple and motioned pulling the trigger. It was melodramatic and probably insensitive to some group out there, but she grated on my nerves. And this pacified my desire to be disrespectful to her.
“What’s up?” I ignored her need for me to stroke her already inflated ego.